To the stone

From there the term wore on. No matter how hard he tried to focus Harry's mind kept slipping back Angelina's prefect skin and toned body.

The way she taste was constantly on his tongue and he was anxious to feel her wrapped around his rod.

If it weren't for Hermione keeping him on track he was sure he would be repeating the year.

Exams were upon them before ge knew it. Hermione seemed to breeze through with Harry and Ron getting by with information they had gleaned from her.

It was after their final exam having tea with Hagrid when they discovered that Hagrid had let slip to a stranger how to calm Fluffy, the massive three-headed dog guarding the entrance to the stone.

As they headed off to warn Dumbledore all Harry could think about was how Hermione's skirt flowed around her toned legs.

He shook his head to clear it. He needed to focus. Regardless of what Snape wanted the stone for he knew it couldn't be good.

They headed for the headmaster's office only to be sent away by McGonagall with the knowledge that Dumbledore had been called away.

That night they snuck to the third floor corridor they found a harp at Fluffy's feet letting them know they weren't the first to arrive.

Charming their way past the hound with music they dropped through a trap door into a plant called Devil's Snare, which began to wrap arround them until Hermione remembered to attack it with fire.

Next was a room full of flying keys. Harry took to a broom, the thrill of chasing the key at high speed through the tight room helping to sharpen his focus.

The next test was a giant wizards chess board. Ron was an excellent player so they let him take the lead as they replaced three of the pieces.

He played them well until he reached a point where he stopped to think and noticably paled. "Okay, Harry after I'm taken move three squares that way to achive checkmate."

"After you...? Dude no, they've been clobbering the pieces that are taken."

"It's the only way, you two will have to go on without me." Before they could protest he moved into the queens path,. She moved forward and batted him across the head.

His limp body was dragged from the board but Harry could see his chest rising and falling. Harry did as instructed, the king doffed his crown, and the pieces parted allowing them to pass.

Shaken, they made their way to the next room, empty except for an **** troll. They gave it wide berth and moved into the next room.

As they passed through the doorway purple fire sprang up blocking the door, black flames blocking the exit.

Hermione studied the table before them and its riddle, but Harry began to worry about leading her into danger.

'I have to convince her to turn back. Maybe I can talk her into getting Ron help.' Hermione's relatively conservative skirt and shirt had been torn by the devil's snare baring a tantalizing amout of milky thigh and torso to his and causing all other thoughts the flee his mind.

"I've got it." She spun around the remnants of her skirt fluttering up to give him a glimpse of her pink panties." You drink this and you'll be able to move through the black flame. There's only enough for one person, so I'll drink this one and go back to check on Ron."

With great effort Harry focused on the vial, drank it and moved through the flames.

He found himself in anouther near empty room. A turbaned figure stood looking into a large mirror.

"Professor Quirrel? But Snape..."

Quirrel smiled and with a flick of his wand Harry was wrapped in ropes.

"Ah yes with Severus around noone would suspect nervous, stuttering Quirrel." He chuckled and turned back to the mirror. " Now how does this work I wonder."

"Use the boy." A voice rasped. Quirrel clapped his hands and Harry's binds fell away.

"Come here Potter."

Harry moved forward recognizing the mirror he had found at Christmas. He gazed into the mirror seeing himself, Hermione and Angelina were knelt nude before him taking turns sucking his cock.

The girls stood and began kissing. Hermione reached around and pulled a plug from Angelina's ass and broke the red stone off of it. She dropped it in his pocket, Harry feeling it land in his real pocket.

"What do you see, boy?"

Harry sneered, "I see myself, I've won the quidditch cup, I'm being carried through the halls."

"He lies, let me see him."

Quirrel took the turban off exposing a face with slits for nostrils on the back of his head. "He has the stine in his pocket. Kill him and retrieve it."

Harry tried to scramble back but a surprisingly quick and strong Quirrel was upon him ha ds around his throat.

Everything went red with pain as Harry screamed. The pressure lifted and he realized Quirrel was screaming too.

The professor's hands were burned and blistering."Kill him you fool."

Quirrel once again began **** Harry. Harry punched him as hard as he could over and over but Quirrel hung on.

Harry changed tactics pushing his hands against Quirrels face listening to him scream as the darkness over took him.